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We all cease our marching in unison. Lucien’s head lifts as he takes a deep breath. “At least five or six of them. A small pack.”
I clasp Meira’s hand and draw her to me.
“Rogue wolves?” she murmurs.
“Those bastards rarely work together, and if they do, never in these numbers.” I glance over my shoulder to Bardhyl. “Scout out the pack,” I order.
He lifts his chin, his jawline clenching. “Think it’s in any way related to Mad?”
“Doubt it, but I won’t discount anything right now. They wouldn’t have picked up our scent yet, so we have the element of surprise on our side.”
One nod and he sidesteps past us, then darts into the woods without a sound.
Dread lifts the hairs on my nape. Not for me, but for Meira. We don’t have time for this shit, and I don’t want her harmed.
“Anywhere we go, they’ll track her scent down,” Lucien says.
“Then we fight and rip their fucking heads off.” I suck in rapid breaths, and my wolf bristles at the mention of a battle. “And one eye on Meira at all times.”
“If we could track down some undead, maybe I could hide among them if we tie them up?” she suggests.
“Love the idea, but we haven’t encountered any. We stay low until Bardhyl returns.”
Lucien charges ahead of us, searching for a safe spot. We know the drill, have done this too many times when we hunted for Omegas. We’ve been ambushed before by rogue wolves, but we’ve never had a pack on our land.
My muscles knot up, and a pang of fury has me riled up.
“I need a weapon,” Meira states. I draw a blade from the back of my belt and hand it to her, hilt first.
“Don’t hesitate to use it. Don’t give the enemy a chance. You see an opportunity, strike.” I push a hand through her hair and draw her closer to me. “Nothing will happen to you, I give you my word.”
“Does she have a name?” she asks, lifting my blade.
I want to laugh at her cuteness. “No, but I’ve always seen it as a male over a female.”
She studies the leather hilt, running her thumb over it. “Feels feminine to me.”
I eye her, not sure if she’s insulting me or the army knife that is thick and razored on one end, but I let it go. “You can call it what you want, babe, as long as you use it when needed.”
Taking her elbow, I guide her to a shadowy part of the woods, where dampness fills the air and will mask our scent easier.
Lucien returns to us in moments, wild-eyed and nodding. “There’s an old rundown farmer’s cottage down the hill close to the water. But we’d be spotted going down there, so it’s not an option for now.”
“Then we stay low and wait,” I say.
Meira tucks my knife into her boot, and we sink down to our knees near several oversized shrubs. They’ll conceal us in case someone moves fast past the area. The problem is more to do with the smell my little Omega emits, calling to others like a dinner bell.
First, work out what the hell we’re dealing with, then we finish this. We’re too far from our compound, but I have two of my strongest warriors with me. I could do with a good fight right now.
Meira bites down on her lower lip, staring out into the woods around us. “If we can bypass them, maybe that’s for the best,” she suggests.
Except that’s not the world I live in. Running away isn’t an option. Intruders are in my backyard, and no one else will drive them away before they cause damage. My pulse is thumping, my heart pounding with adrenaline at what’s coming our way, and I can’t fucking wait.
“We never run from the enemy,” Lucien whispers to Meira. “We always fight.”
“When we go back, I want someone to teach me how to fight properly and use weapons,” she says, and hell, I might just love her for that.
I lean over and kiss her cheek, then sweep over to her lips. “You got it.”
